I Believe Children Are The Future...which Is

Noblest Minds Are Easiest Bent.

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

Which Would You Rather Be, A Conqueror In The Olympic Games, Or The Crier That Proclaims Who Are Conquerors?